"Did you serve two chapels on the same day, Mr. Rhys?" Eleanor asked.
"No. The evenings Julia speaks of I preached nearer home."
"And school all the week!" said Eleanor.
"It was no hardship," he said with a most pleasant smile at her. "The King's work required haste—there were many people at both places who had not heard the truth or had not learned to love it. There are still."
His face grew very grave as he spoke; grave even to sadness as he added, "They are dying without the knowledge of the true life!"
"Where was the other chapel you went to?"
"Rythmoor."
Eleanor hurried on. "But Mr. Rhys, will you allow me to ask you a question that puzzles me?"
"I beg you will do so!"
"It is just this. If there are so many in England that want teaching—But I beg your pardon! I am afraid talking tires you."